Pauline was the most wonderful person. It has been a pleasure to know her. We met whilst she took Zak for a walk and I took Barney. Jane and I had been going round her house once a month for a long time now and we alway had such a laugh and catch up on the gossip. I will miss her so much. My thoughts are with Suzanne, Kate and Emma.
I would just like to put the following poem which has given me great comfort over the years:-
DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL
Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without a trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
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